Hiccups

With my usual stoned don't-you-even-dare-utter-a-word-in-my-presence look, I walked through the deserted shopping mall towards the train station. For some reason, the hiccups hit me. So, where before, I boasted a cool look of steel, I was now walking in some kind of a fit with sporadic spasms and a funny noise most people hear as, "hic!". So all the way to the train station, down the escalators, on the cold stone bench in the station, I attempted to minimise the convulsions and alien noise that was annoyingly difficult to quell. All this time, I dreaded the prospect of being in close human contact in the train (that would predictably be packed each morning at 7.45). Somehow, the thought of sudden jerks and hic!s in a train full of people didn't appeal to me. Then the amazing thing happened. It stopped. The minute I got in to join my fellow sardines, the hiccups stopped. And all I remember from the journey was saying, "Thank God" about a gazillion times. Oh, and there was this rather good-looking dude as well. But that was about it.